Lady in the Alley

She always walks this street like she owns it

Strolling in small steps with her light feet

In here, stars are dimmed by city lights

Such beauty cannot escape these sights

And she always walks this street by day

Long golden hair reflects the sun’s ray

In a white dress, she stepped outside

With it, a flawless pearl skin cannot hide

People noticed her and she noticed people

A woman saw witch and a man saw an apple

No it didn’t matter to her, for she delights

When a child calls her an angel of the light

It is known that such beauty is false

For however white or innocent she was,

It is never really her color or persona

Apples, roses, wines and red lipsticks

These are her favorite among other things

For red is the color of beauty and passion

As well as hot fury and violent actions

If only they knew she liked her hair short,

So no strong arms would dare to pull it

Her full dress in all crimson color instead

So the darkness can spare her maidenhead

And she walked this street last night alone,

Blood stain dyed the white fabric she wore

With dripping footsteps, she walked in grim

And one wonders, was it hers or from them?